The moon shines bright. In such a night as this, when the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees.
Lorenzo and Jessica are talking in the moonlight.
In such a night, did young Lorenzo swear he loved her well, stealing her soul with many vows of faith, and ne’er a true one.
In such a night, did pretty Jessica, like a little shrew, slander her love, and he forgave it her.
Stephano is my name, and I bring word. My mistress will before the break of day. Be here at Belmont; she doth stray about by holy crosses where she kneels and prays for happy wedlock hours. I pray you is my master yet returned?
Stephano the messenger enters.
He is not, nor we have not heard from him. But go we in I pray thee Jessica, and ceremoniously let us prepare some welcome for the mistress of the house.
Tell him there’s a post come from my master, with his horn full of good news: my master will be here ere morning.
Launcelot the clown enters.
Sweet soul, let’s in, and there expect their coming. And yet no matter-- why should we go in? My friend Stephano, signify I pray you within the house, your mistress is at hand, and bring you music forth into the air.